Business That Isn't Quite Finished.

[Taylor Mercer]

Taylor sat in the common room reading through her finished article one more time. She hadnt got as much information on the subject that she would have liked, but it was still not too bad. She had managed to write enough to make it a decent article anyhow. Jumping up from the sofa she was sat at, she placed her work into an old brown school bag which was the first thing she could find and chucked on a white jumper over her red tanktop before heading out of the common room.

She made her way down to the Hogwarts Monthly meeting area and pushed open the door. Stepping inside, she had no idea who she handed her work in to. Taylor remembered the editor was Isabella Chaos, but Taylor didnt know who that was. She looked around the room, looking for something or someone that could help her out.

 

[Isabella Chaos]

Isabella was in the Hogwarts Monthly office sitting cross-legged on the chair as she rested her elbows on the desk in front of her, reading someone's article and making small corrections here and there. The Slytherin was in a black tank with a loose electric blue vest over it and shorts, her hair was hangingly loosely over her face so as she was bent over the paper, her face couldn't be shown right away.

When she looked up she saw a girl she remembered from the previous year and rolled her eyes, remembering when she had messed up her outfit. The girl obviously knew the password to the newsroom and she was holding something in her hands so she assumed she was part of the staff as well. "Can I help you?" Isabella said with an eyebrow raised, clearly not over their encounter last year.

 

[Taylor Mercer]

Taylor was still glancing around when she heard someone ask if they could help her. She turned her head and noticed the face of the girl Taylor had bumped into near the library last year. A quick glance to the desk she was sitting at made Taylor aware that she was marking something. Oh no, dont tell me this is Isabella Chaos? Her mind said. Their last encounter hadnt been the best, to say the least. Taylor hoped this girl wouldnt be who she assumed she was, but by the looks of it her hope would be wasted.

"Are you the editor?" She asked lamely, pulling her article out of her bag and taking a step towards the desk. If Taylor acted nice, maybe things would go smoothly.

 

[Isabella Chaos]

If it wasn't for her Gossip Magazine, Isabella would probably never have known the Gryffindor girl's name, or information, but ever since she had began her tabloid magazine she was well aware of who everyone was and, most importantly, what their business was. Taylor's boyfriend, Scorpius, was one of Isabella's favorite subjects, what with his extremely short temper and all. She knew it was only a matter of time before her rumors saying that they wouldn't last would actually cause Scorpius to be the one to ruin their relationship. People were so predictable sometimes.

When she asked if she was the editor, she rolled her eyes and said, "Yes I am," as if it were the most obvious thing, she was sitting at the desk after all. "You must be Taylor right?" she asked, casually looking down at the list of staff members pinned to the desk calendar on the desk as if that was where she was getting her name from.

 

[Taylor Mercer]

Taylor wanted to groan when the girl confirmed that she was the editor. Although it was rather obvious, Taylor had still hoped that she was wrong. "Yeah, Taylor." She said stupidly, not knowing how to act around Isabella at all. She cleared her throat and approached the desk. "Just wanted to hand in my article." She said, waving the peice of parchment slightly before extending her arm to pass it over to Isabella. She suddenly felt extremely self concious of the article that she had only just felt so proud of. What if Isabella decided she hated it and didnt put it in the paper? What if she decided she hated Taylor and kicked her out of the team for the paper? A hundred thoughts were swimming through Taylor's head as she held her paper out to Isabella.

 

[Isabella Chaos]

Isabella nodded her head when Taylor said that she was handing in her article, and stuck her hand out to take the parchment. She looked down at the list of staff members and their positions on the paper, reading Investigative Journalist beside the girl's name. "It's about time," she said sarcastically. "You're the last one to turn it in," she lied coldly, hoping to make the girl feel bad for taking her time with it. Isabella smirked to herself as she hung her head low, reading the article. It was actually very good but since the girl was still standing there, she wasn't going to say so. Isabella looked up at her with an eyebrow raised, her face displeased. "This is terrible," she lied, shoving the paper away.

 

[Taylor Mercer]

Taylor blinked as the girl said it was about time. What? Today was the date they were meant to hand it in. Had she got it wrong? Isabella then said she was the last one. "Oh, sorry?" She said, allowing a tiny bit of sarcasm to enter her voice, simply not sure what else she could say. If Isabella wasnt her new 'boss', so to speak, she would argue with the girl. But she decided that it wasnt the best idea now that she had the power to regect her article. Instead she let her inward dislike grow for the older girl, instead of outwardly letting her know that.

Taylor watched nervously as Isabella read her article that she had worked so hard on. Her brow furrowed when Isabella shoved it away. Taylor felt a pull in her gut, she wasnt sure what had caused it though. Was it her failure? Was it her anger? Perhaps a combination of the two. "Well I tried." She said, her jaw clenched. "How would you say I improve it?" She said as an eyebrow unconciously lifted. Dont get snarky. She had to tell herself. And the eyebrow fell back into place.